Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 30

Olivia’s POV

I saw a beautiful girl, following Fin’s gaze. She had short, sleek shoulder-length hair and wore a fitted black satin dress that shimmered under the soft yacht lighting. Her posture was confident-like someone used to being in control

of a room.

Before I could even wonder who she was, Fin had already started moving. “That’s Jess Wood,” he told me, his tone tightening just a little. “General manager of the Washington branch.”

Jess was halfway to the stairs when Fin called out to her. “Ms. Wood!”

She turned. “Fin,” she replied, crisp but familiar. “It’s been a while.”

She was about to continue up when she caught sight of me.

Her expression cooled further. The once-neutral look sharpened as her eyes landed on me like I was a detail out of place.

“And this is?” she asked flatly.

I stepped forward, holding out my hand with a polite smile. “Olivia Whitmore. Alpha Alexander’s secretary.”

She didn’t shake my hand. She didn’t even pretend to consider it. Her eyes stayed on mine a beat longer-long enough to make a point-then she turned and walked off like I didn’t exist.

I let my hand fall, not bothering to mask my awkward exhale. Fin watched Jess disappear inside, then rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh.

“She was raised in the Green household,” he muttered. “Her mom and Alpha Alexander’s mother were close. There’s some… emotional entanglement there.”

I nodded slowly. “So that’s why Washington was the first stop.”

Fin didn’t answer, but his silence said enough. No wonder Alexander wanted to come here himself. You don’t send assistants to handle ghosts from your past.

Once the yacht set sail, Fin and I stepped back into the main cabin, Music hummed low, champagne flowed, and con- versations buzzed in moneyed tones. Alexander stood at the center of it all, surrounded by the familiar polished elite of Washington.

Adele Vasalin, still clinging to his side, laughed at something he said. She was charming, confident—probably used to getting what she wanted. Alexander, to his credit, kept it professional. Polite. Controlled.

Jess, meanwhile, lingered nearby. She didn’t speak much, but her presence was solid, claiming space that no one else

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Cared to tou. I

feel something.

was hard not to feel out

if he could sense the exact moment I

Sharp. Steady.

instantly and

made my way to a quiet spot on the upper deck where two chairs faced the ocean. I sat down and let myself

Finally, alone.

hadn’t turned it on since getting my new number-too many ghosts. But something pulled at me

flickered

calls. Dozens

business contacts I hadn’t spoken

I opened WhatsApp.

at the top

“He’s calling everyone trying to find you.” “He’s panicking.

hovered over the reply box, but I couldn’t

scrolled through the rest-voice notes, missed calls, scattered panic

set off

whole world looking for

the screen for a long while, numb, before finally logging out of WhatsApp. But the torment didn’t end

old phone. At first, his mes- sages were calm-too calm. He asked where I was, said he just wanted to talk. But as I scrolled, the tone shifted. He

And then… pathetic.

sent barely five minutes ago. His

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and a

Please… just one more chance. Just one. I’ll take anything-punishment, shame, even death, if that’s what you want. Just don’t leave me like this. Please… please take this trip. I’ll wait for you

thumb hovered over the

was holding my breath until my

couldn’t do this

nearly threw it into the sea, but stopped myself.

nerves. A long while passed before Fin

Alexander was

it was like entering a smoky casino. The lights were dim, the air smelled like expensive cigars and old money. Alexander sat near the center of a poker table,

looks of

next to him, slouched slightly, her elbow resting on the table. Her cheeks

Without even looking at her, he gave a small wave to someone nearby. “Take her to

No drama. No warmth.

over. Jess leaned forward slightly but ducked when Fin tried

and

should try. Maybe she’ll accept

at him.